It's Art That's Taught Me To Think

It's Frightening And Unnerving To Watch A Stone Melt.

I Have Six Acres In Front Of My Own House, Which I Very Rarely Work On. Most Of The Work Occurs On Farmers' Fields Around Me. And I Like The Discipline Of Working On Other People's Land.

I'm Very Fortunate To Be Able To Do What I Do And Live The Way I Do.

It's Art That's Taught Me To Think And To Write.

Time Confined Into Blind Caves Or Extended Through Tunnels, Responds To The Call Of Infinity, Which Teases With Its Promise Of Freedom. Outside The Body, Time Is A Pair Of Compasses In The Hands Of Eternity, But Inside It Is A Pendulum, Fastened To The Heart. The Heart Takes Its Measure From The Lengthening Swing Of The Pendulum Surveying What Time Is Left. In Its Own Rhythm Time Spreads Itself Wildly Here And There And Is Crippled Elsewhere. Its Unequally Distributed Weight Wounds My Body - That Is How The Particularities Of My Life Are Manifest.